Testo Ease Back - Murs
Testo della canzone Ease Back (Murs), tratta dall'album F'Real
I'm the sickest with this microphone, nigga better learn it
All them bitch industry niggas you know I ain't concerned with
See I move thousands hand to hand
Even got an increasing number of fans
In foreign lands, Amsterdam, Australia to Japan
All before my sign hit the line that was dotted
The man holding the golden apple
Y'all grapple for the one that swatted
To the core I've been hard, since 1580
Mack Attack, nigga I've been scarred
Know what the fuck I gotta do, fuck rocking a spot or two
I wanna leave an impression on minds
Like reading Behold a Pale Horse for the first time
Expose wack niggas like secret societies when Murs rhyme
Explore cyphers after I visit for close encounters with the serve kind
Ya nigga thought he was nice until he heard mine
And the doper you think you getting the
More you ain't understood the first line
I said learn of my affliction and how my words wrap around
More niggas necks than depictions of the crucifixions
Ripping mics when on, name hold more weight than a 24 inch python
So what you gonna do when Murs Mania run wild on you
Bringing that crack to ya back like the
Whip in Castlevania 2 and I'm through
When I grab a microphone all I want is feedback
Energy from the crowd, shit a nigga need that
Y'all wanted a change in rap, well fool we be that
And all you bitch niggas best to ease back
Now when I grab a microphone all I want is feedback
Energy from the crowd, shit a nigga need that
Y'all wanted a change in rap, well fool we be that
And all you bitch niggas best to ease back
Now I write rhymes as dope as Jennifer Lopez
Words beautify blank paper like top to bottom pieces on skyscrapers
Ain't no stopping us, rolling thick like smog through your metropolis
Making it hard to breathe when you enter the 20,000 leagues
So stay at your level and place
Cause amateurs fucking with the trouble and bass
Will get left dead before they make the third base
See I turn around shooting off at the mouth like New Year's Eve
Saying that shit you just wouldn't believe
Retrieved from the far corners of my mental space
Leave you shocked like John Travolta once you open up this mental case
So we happy as long as fools stop trying
To come up from the back and attack me
Like my name was Marsellus and those
Overzealous we got the blowtorch and pliers
So you for damn sure gonna tell us what we wanna hear
Sorta like my album, but life is too
Short so I'm tryna make one a year
To make y'all niggas watch what you do like the Wonder Years
Watch them niggas you think is down, they
Only down cause they carrying a ton of fear
It's been a while since I relieved myself of that burden
So I'm making sure I'm going all out until they call it curtains
While you busy in a man's face ducking and smirking
I'll be lurking in the cut, happy with being the broke nigga that I am
It's all about the Washingtons, what
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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Nicholas Carter
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